Words

I used to live in a village. I left my village cause I started lying. I used to tell lies all the time. I was walking away from truth in a very obvious, but perfectly disguised way. Like my lies were wearing costumes. Did that make sense? I started telling lies and my mother would forgive me. My mother would always forgive me and that intrigued me to tell even more lies. I was going out there in the mountains and the lakes and the animals, telling them lies. The mountains would forgive me – they knew me since I was a kid. The lakes would wash me from my sins – every time. The fields would let me eat their fruit – to sweeten my bitterness. The animals …ahh the animals. The animals had no idea what I was talking about. They never believed me – they had no idea what I was talking about. I was lying to the dogs and I was lying to the cows. The goats would mock me with this …mocking attitude of them. But mother would forgive me, she’d forgive me each time, every time. I would lie to the chicken, to the cats, to the hedgehogs – I used to see hedgehogs all the time. I once tried to lie to the …. what’s he called? ….the one with the comb and the little mohawk, you know the one who’s goes like “kikirikouuuu”, the cock, yes that one! I tried to lie to them once and they started chasing me in madness, biting me all over! I still have scars from their bites – look! (showing them the scars). I lying to the wolves. But, my mother …… would… always……. forgive. Cause mother is God. (pause)

Or she thinks she is. That’s why she forgives.

(pause)

She would forgive me and I’d still be an empty liar.

(pause)

I left

(pause)

I have made mistakes. Today I’m forgiving myself. I’ll forgive myself and I resent emptiness. Tonight I’ll forgive myself. I’ve said many lies. Today I choose truth. Today I start with truth. I have been on and off with truth. As I have been on and off with lies. As I have been on and off with everything.

Today I start with truth. I forgive myself. I forgive me (x15 times).

(pause)

I’ve chosen truth and now I find truth everywhere. I can smell truth. I do not care about lies – let them be. I smell the truth. I smell truth here. I smell truth there. I smell truth everywhere. I smell truth inside of me. I smell truth outside of me. I smell truth in and between me, over and under me, behind and in front of me. And I smell truth inside of you.-

Rescue me with love,Till somebody will set me free.Rescue me with love,Till somebody will set me free.Rescue me with love,Till my body will set me free.Rescue me with my love,Till my body will set me free.

Voukefalas

_________________

What is this my Love? – for Yianneis

What is this my love?your words?or maybe my disaster?Is this light my love?Is this light I see you holding? or darkness? and light again?Or have you turned into a lighthouse?please, stop turning.-

What is this my love?Is this flowers that you’re holding?or maybe your new game of thorns?and what a smell. what a sweet smell.like a woman in a coffin.

Is this blood my love?Is this blood I see you bleeding?Is this birth I see you giving?Is this pain I hear you screaming?Is this-

What is this my mind?Is it my birth?Is it my death?Is it me?Is this death I hear you singing?Is that me in the coffin again?

How many times have I died for you?Don’t you ever dare to release me.

Voukefalas

_________________

The Lake

Sometimes I feel so happy, I think I’m gonna cry.I want to cry but then my mind keeps falling back in time.That moment when I started crying and never stopped since then.

I started crying once and never ever stopped again.

long ago, when I was young,the day I woke up for the first time.

You ask, where are the tears then?I say, happy as I am, tears would burn my smiles.People would think I’m sad.So, I decided to keep my tears inside,where I have this lake of tearsfor over a hundred thousand years.My ancestors also criedand used to keep their tears inside.The Lake of Tears, they said it was.I’m telling you! Same lake as mine.Years and years have then gone by.My ancestors, they still cry,The never ending cry.

“Then Jesus spoke again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world; he that follows me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.” John 8:12

Voukefalas

_________________

Wet from the inside, too

I saw people falling, having forgotten about the times it used to rain, having forgotten all about the wet streets. One by one. And then more and more of them. All of them. Falling.And some of them tried to stand on their feet again. Indeed. And some of them managed to stand. Not all of them.

Voukefalas

——————-

“I’ll hide me from the sight of Day, And sigh, and sigh my Soul away.”

It’s time we welcome the rain.It’s time we wash ourselves forever.It’s time we drink the holy water.Our souls need rest.My mom used to tell me“Don’t play with other people’s souls”.

Here we are in front of this miracle.All of us, martyrs of our own resurrection.

Save us, save us little God.Blessed we lived, ashamed we die.Take us with you, put us on your right side.Let us live for ever.

………………..

Oh what a miracle.This water.I clean myself from the sins. Look. Oh, it’s so good.So many sins.Oh what a blessing.Sacred water.Holy water.

But, it tastes like every other water.Is it really the holy water?Am I truly clean and free of my sins now?Give me a sign, oh Lord. Please, don’t let me be misunderstood.I am who I am. I know what I know.I want to believe, but this water tastes like every other water.……………..

There will be a time when people won’t have to excuse themselves about anything.They will just die when they feel like dying.Innocent, small and white. Like this little God.

Voukefalas

_________________

I have wings

I got a shadow to help myself, protect my wings from the burning arrows of the sun. The sunbeam is my enemy, it takes my power away as I’m flying above you, I smile knowing what you don’t know, having what you don’t have. I have wings.

Voukefalas

_________________

Butterflies

I tried to catch a butterfly, that flew above my head.

A thousand colors on her wings, a hundred smiles she brings to me.

A hundred reds, a hundred greens, a hundred yellows, browns and pinks. Five hundred whites with light they come, I feel too scared to let them in. Where would my darkness stay, if light inside me comes and there resides?

Fear is my food, pride is my drink, vain is my life, but full of bliss. Where I can’t look, will be my shelter. Where I can’t breathe will be my home. What I can’t stand will be my power, what I can’t bear will be my force.

A newborn baby on my lap, a boy, the hero of my life.

A newborn baby on my lap, I wonder if this champ is me. He looks like me, he cries like me, he tries to stand and falls like me.He cries like me, he falls like me, his legs are broken just like mine. He eats from pain, he drinks from fear, that’s why he is afraid of light.-

Voukefalas

_________________

I’m half

My father has four hands.To beat me times four.My mother has two hearts.To love me times two.What’s left of me is half.I used to be a full.I have two hands,I have two legs,I have a heart,I am still half.I hate, I love, I sing, I cry.I am still half.I am still half.

Voukefalas

_________________

A Little Window

I drew a window inside my cellTo see the sun, to breathe the air.

I drew a tree,I drew three birds.To sit and hear them sing their prayers.

One day, my window wasn’t there.My heart was wounded, sad.No air.

I missed the treeI missed the birdsBut, most of all I missed the prayers.

The light I missed.The hope, the flame.

I lost my sight.I couldn’t see.I was blind.

Voukefalas

_________________

A Little WorldThere was a little little world.With dogs and cats and kids and wolves.

The wolves felt lonely and alone.This winter stroke us to the bone.The kids were scared, the dogs were sleeping.

There were no mothers or fathers or teachers or priests in this little world. Or poets. Only little people around. Grownups. Musicians, I think.

A Little PrayerThe night has comeMy body is weakMy mind is lit with fire and windI should pray for my peopleMy people, my peopleI begin to prayI am loudI want to be heardTo those I’m praying forI have to pray for my peopleMy people, my peopleMy people are thousands

Voukefalas

_________________

The Sun

All this blackness became light when I looked straight at the sun.

I kept looking and he began to play with my inner thoughts. Creating images, growing a mustache. My Father has a mustache. But, did the sun look like my father? No. But yes, he did. He does.

The sun is my father.

But, my father is black and blackness he brings out. Then, it must be me, making fantasies again. I hadn’t done this for years. It doesn’t matter. I needed light and I created light.

I don’t know if I’m trying to save myself or my father. Probably, this is for my father. Then, he should thank me. I’ve turned his blackness into light. Pure light.

Yes, my father is the Sun.

…………………….

Then, he thanked me, we shared a warm, uncomfortable hug like never before and never spoke to each other again. Glory!

What’s that noise coming from the other room?Who’s there behind that door?What’s the matter?

Is it a lion roaring?Is it a mother screaming?Is it a father raging?Is it a boy becoming a man?No, it’s a girl becoming a woman.

I met a woman once, who never was a girl.She said she lost her childhood when thunder brought the rain.The rain that drowned her poemsThe rain that wrecked her dreamsThe rain that took her prince away and turned him into a brick.

“Oh, brick, pretty brick.Rain, bring me my prince back!I promise to take care of him, to never let him down.I’ll be the other half of him.He’ll be my world to come“

The prince heard and refused to come.He’d rather be a brick.His heart was broken once before.He’s empty.

Voukefalas

_________________

A Little man

Once upon a time, there was a man, a little man, that walked amidst dirt andmud. Little as he was, he often fell in the dirt and the mud. His small feet gotstuck there in the mud and he couldn’t go on his road.He laughed. Every time the mud engulfed him and the dirt made him filthy, he laughed.He would turn his face towards the sky and laugh. His face illuminated.He was a very small man. The smallest man you have ever seen.

He never grew up. He had his little hands and his little feet• that’s why he got stuck in the mud.And peeling himself out, he laughed. He always looked up and laughed.And he would greet everyone. Wherever he passed through, he greeted everyone.Well, this little man knew where there was the light. And he also showed it to me.He knew• this little person, he knew where there was the light. I am deeply thankful to this person, this small man. Yes, the smallest person you have ever seen. He showed me the light.

Forgive me father, for I have sinned.“Deaf I was born,Mute I become”I lost my wisdom.I got sad. I am sad.Oh God!My faith has brokenMy voice has sunk

I wish one dayI lose my sightI won’t see happinessAnd people’s godsI wish one a dayI cannot hear people’s prayers.So I’ll make mineMy prayer will be falseMy hymn will be wrongMy music will be wrongI will be wrongIt will all be wrong Human as I am,I will be wrong.

Is the world doing something wrong?Or have I been born by mistake?Then, it shouldn’t be my fault.My mother is the sinner.